Strange - and not particularly successful - little British movie from when the police were something more than just an administration unit responsible for issuing crime numbers for insurance companies. Elsa Lanchester unwittingly summons a small army of police constables when she blows a whistle she finds in the street. It just so happens that the whistle belonged to a copper who was abducted by a convention of villains, all of whom wear the archetypal striped shirts so beloved of cartoon animators. A young Charles Laughton takes pot-shots at his future wife from the top of the stairs.
Review of Blue Bottles
